Sentiu o clima?
Esse cabra já fazia, tô falando de Mark Knopfler
Aham, esse ritmo não vem de agora, não, pai
Sinta essa guitarra, agora cantem comigo, au!
You get a shiver in the dark
It's raining in the park but meantime
South of the river you stop
And you hold everything
A band is blowing Dixie
Double four time
You feel alright
When you hear that music ring
Well, now you step inside
But you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain
To hear the jazz go down
To competition in other places
But now the horns
They blowin' that sound
Way on down south
Way on down south, London town
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You check out Guitar George
He knows all the chords
Mind he's strictly rhythm
He doesn't want to make it cry or sing, yeah
And then his old guitar is all he can afford
When he gets up under the lights
To play his thing
And Harry doesn't mind
If he doesn't make the scene
He's got a daytime job
He's doing alright
He can play the Honky Tonk
Like anything
Saving it up for Friday night
With the Sultans
With the Sultans of Swing
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And a crowd of young boys
They're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies
And their platform soles
They don't give a damn
About any trumpet playing band
It ain't what they call rock and roll
And the Sultans
Yeah, well, the Sultans, they play Creole
Creole
Agora bora colocar a mãozinha pra cima
E acompanhar esse solo comigo, agora
♪
Isso é Mark Knopfler
♪
Ai, tô arrepiado
Olha comigo
♪
And then the man
He step right up to the microphone
And says at last just as the time bell rings
"Goodnight, now it's time to go home"
Then he makes it fast with one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Swing
Agora sim, de novo
Mãozinha pra cima
Preparar pra acompanhar esse solo na mãozinha
Comigo, com Wanderley Andrade, agora, vai!
♪
Ê Léo, aumenta essa guitarra
Que o povão quer ouvir, do meu amigo Luciano
Vamo ouvir, vamo ouvir
♪
Que coisa linda!
♪
Let's do it, man!
Can you hear me, baby?